suits and things

i’m fine. i’m not obsessed. i swear. i swear to you. i SWEAR to you i’m not obsessed. definitely absolutely not. probably.

anyway i drew this after witnessing that poll about his lower half… i voted for the wheels too. i mean the loss of the japanese schoolgirl loafers is a great one, but i do think this sort of thing suits him more.

i also think that it may be something he doesn’t change because if he had legs, he’d be obligated to learn new dance moves and why would he stress himself amirite

anonymous asked:

for the ship meme: grabernathy

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: After @seasons-gredence made it up
my thoughts: Um… I just like seeing nervous horny wrecks fall in love with their cool-as-cucumber superiors
What makes me happy about them:  Abernathy busting a nut in his pristine suit just from watching Percival sign paperwork
What makes me sad about them:  Percival teasing Abernathy so much that he busts a nut in his pristine suit
things done in fanfic that annoys me: …not enough nuts busted in pristine suits
things I look for in fanfic:  …creamy stains of pantsuits.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Abernathy really should look into settling down with a nice little witch and having a pristine little life with no jizz in his pants.  Percival Graves should be allowed the privilege of Seraphina Picquery’s pussy on his face every night before bed.
My happily ever after for them:  Percival actually -touches- Abernathy before one of his spontaneous orgasms.
who is the big spoon/little spoon:  Abernathy is the little everything in every universe.
what is their favorite non-sexual activity:  Filling out forms.  Mmmm, yeah daddy.  Let’s lighten this workload.  Unf.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.